#that. haurchefant's words :<

[3starart]

Heavensward is the experience ever (ft. @diardri, who is great at consoling people)

[mahvaladara]

Khal: He's gone... I couldn't heal him. He's gone. My dear and beloved friend is gone.

Imyril:...

Khal: My worst fear realized. Watching those I care about die to keep me safe.

Imyril:...

Khal: I fear the day, when it will be your wound I won't be able to mend. I won't be able to bear loosing you too.

Imyril by @inouvasplace

[dingle-biter]

Heavensward highlight that I still think ab

[fooltofancy]

oh he's HERE.

[dogicrimsonofficial]

Friend joined the Storytellers couple nights ago with their Haurchefant alt. So many things died that night, but we also managed couple good shots (for they also are fully on board with this ship, actively encouraging it, help me I am surrounded by enablers!) Wrote a mini-story for this, it's under the cut.

Finally, a quiet moment between one moment of destruction and heartbreak, and another of rebuilding and healing. The Storytellers had decided to take this one moment of quiet, and enjoy the evening.

That’s how Jason found himself in a little garden, sitting under a tree and next to some thicker, sweet smelling flower bushes - watching over Beans and Lyra from the distance and hoping the two would finally have a very specific discussion. That was, at least, until the grass rustled near him. One ear perking up, he looked over - just in time to see Haurchefant sit right next to him, their legs brushing against each other. 

Smile tugged at his lips, delighted to see the elezen despite how tired he felt. Normally, there’d be chatter by now - but perhaps they both felt the weight of everything from the past moon or so, and had decided to just enjoy the quiet of the night, and the comforting silence.

Or that at least had been the plan, until Haurchefant noticed Jason looking at him. 

“Hm? What is it that you’re looking at?”

Jason couldn’t help but to grin just a little. “You,” he answered, lifting his hand and taking a couple strands of Haurchefants bangs between his fingers. He gave the silvery locks a gentle tug, a gesture fond and familiar between the two already - just little something that usually told Haurchefant to get just a bit closer. 

The moonlight looked good on him - softer shades of blues, light almost making his hair glow, the gentleness of the night seemed to just fit him perfectly. Then again, Jason was rather biased - the night was always more gentle to him and his eyes.

“I’m memorizing the prettiest sight in all of Eorzea before the sunlight robs me of my vision again.”

Haurchefant let out a small laugh, before he felt fingers caressing the side of his face, a palm cupping his cheek. Out of habit, he placed one hand over Jason’s, leaning against the warmth - before he pulled the hand down just enough to plant a ghost of a kiss against the back of Jason’s fingers, his thumb stroking inside the palm. Fully aware just how sensitive Jason's sense of touch was. How important it was for him. “In that case, I should’ve brought a mirror with me.”

Jason chuckled - blush already creeping up his cheeks, something he decided to fight off against for a second. Haurchefant always had a counter to whatever he said - in fact, the man usually started with their little compliment wars. Which Jason lost, more often than not - despite being a bard, he wasn’t exactly talented in the art of romance. Still, he was going to try dammit. Haur deserved to know just how loved and appreciated he was. “What, is mine word not enough? Have to check it for yourself?”

To the surprise of the miqo’te, he was suddenly pulled against Haurchefant - strong arm wrapped around him protectively, one leg over the elezens, and Haurchefants nose in his hair. 

“No, so that you could witness yourself in my arms,” he muttered, nose brushing against the base of Jason’s ear - causing it to quiver just a little. “So you can know the heavenly sight I get to see in you.”

There was a small snort from the smaller of the two, before he settled down - wrapping one of his own arms around Haurchefants back, and giving him a quick nuzzle under the chin. Ah, he had lost this round already. And he found he didn’t mind one bit. “Are you certain you’re not secretly a bard? You certainly have a way with words that would shame most of them!” 

[noxtivagus]

i screamed.

[galadae]

19. “Stop fighting it. You need sleep.” for calachefant? (or whoever you want!)

thank you so much kels, this took me 84 years to finish i’m so sorry 😂 also i’m going to start giving these prompt fills titles, i may change this one’s later.

Sleepless | 811 words | suggestive, I’d say M rating just to be safe

A fire crackles bright in the hearth. At this hour the sitting room, one of many in the manor, is empty, the quiet is almost as thick and soft as the blanket around her shoulders. Calantha gives a contented hum as she rests in the warmth of the couch and the arms wrapped around her.

“Are you certain you don't wish to sleep?" Haurchefant says. “Surely your journey was long and tiring. Midnight has already passed.”

“I would have to move, and I’m quite comfortable here.” She chuckles, snuggling against him. “I thought you’d be asleep by now. I’m flattered that you thought to stay awake for me.”

The smile has hardly left his face since she arrived back in Ishgard. He squeezes her shoulders. "Once I got word you were soon to return, I found myself with little need of sleep.” He leaves a light kiss on her temple. “But truly, how are you not overcome with weariness? You should sleep, and soon.”

“I told you, I don’t want to move."

“I would be happy to carry you.”

Calantha laughs. “Haurchefant, please.” She reaches for his hand. “Let’s just sit awhile, like this. I may not be back for long. And you have your own duties to return to, come morning.”

“Do not dwell on that. We are here now.” His eyes shine when he smiles at her. “You can rest. You should. And I promise you, I will still be here in the morning.”

She slides an arm around his waist. “You’d better be. I missed you,” she says. She nestles against his shoulder. “Dravania is chilly, especially at night.”

“Not as chilly as I was, sleeping alone. It was nigh unbearable.”

She snorts. “At least you had a real bed.”

"Which you could have now, at this very moment, if you wished it. My offer to carry you still stands.”

Calantha gives him a pointed look. “You seem far too invested in taking me to bed. I thought you wanted me to sleep.”

“I will see to it that you get what you need after your journey, whether that is sleep, or something else.” He smiles again, with warmth to rival the hearth. She finds herself staring at the way the firelight catches on his cheeks, the curve of his lips.

A latent spark of want kindles inside her. She'd done her best not to think of his touch, or let longing distract her on her travels, but now— She stares at him, his twinkling eyes, his mouth in an earnest grin, his hair in his eyes. She leans closer. "Then tell me. Just how badly did you miss me?" Her lips brushing his cheek as she murmurs. "I must know."

“Oh, terribly.” He cups her face. “Who else could I give this to?” He presses a kiss to her cheek. “Or this?” Her nose. “Or…this?” Her mouth. He leaves slow, lingering kisses on her lips.

She missed this, too. More than she thought she ever would. His lips, his warmth, his hands; the sweet, heady, breathless moments that often followed his kisses— She clutches his shirt. “Haurchefant—”

“Not a single hour passed in which I did not wish you were by my side,” Haurchefant whispers against her lips.

Her pulse quickens. “How awful for you,” she sighs, unable to stop the smile that spreads across her face. She closes her eyes as he trails kisses along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.

“It was.” He chuckles, his lips against her neck. She gasps softly as he slips his hand under her shirt, caressing her back, pulling her against him, almost onto his lap. She wraps her arms around his neck and when he kisses her mouth again, his tongue finds hers.

Heat rises to her cheeks, the spark of want inside her catching alight. The aches and pains of her travels melt away under his touch, gentle and hungry all at once. His kisses are warm and devouring, teasing his own need for her. She closes her eyes and slides her hand into his hair. A delighted shiver runs through her as he holds her waist, his other hand wandering lower, over her hips–

“What is it you need?” he whispers in her ear. “You have only to ask it.”

“Well you said I needed sleep,” she says in a vain, breathless attempt to keep her composure.

His thumb traces slow circles on her ribcage. “Then perhaps you'd like to retire? If you are too worn from your travels—”

She gives a soft groan. “If you stop now, I'll get no rest at all.”

“And why ever would that be?” His own cheeks are flushed, his hair tousled from her hands. He grins.

Calantha rolls her eyes. “Haurchefant. Take me to bed. This is not a request.”

He laughs. “Gladly.” He kisses her sweetly, and draws her with him off the couch.

[adina--astra]

Oh, home, let me come home Home is whenever I'm with you

Day 1: Home

[anarkhebringer]

Man now I'm thinking about Zenos in general, this fucking guy that talks on and on about the hunt every 5 seconds with the WoL while not even believeing in his own words until much later on, because he doesn't want this to be a waste like he feels everything else in his life was.

For the first time in his life he feels SOMETHING and YOU spark that something, you caught his interest, but he doesn't wanna attach himself YET until you prove yourself to be worthy of the praise he gives you (Shinryu fight and how he suddenly backpedals when you say you accept him during his "we can work together as friends" monologue). You're getting there but you're not there yet, so of course he's not gonna fucking believe you until you prove yourself to him, no matter how much he wants to in the moment.

I dunno if this is because I have ASPD and see through this guy even better because of it that I think all this, but Zenos was interested from the start, even if he didn't seem like it. It was a "well you're new. Okay." sort of passive interest at first, you still caught his attention and he wanted to milk whatever information about what you can do and what you'd do to him he could since you stood out to him.

As you kept proving yourself he starts hoping that you're like what he thinks you are and what you can do with each fight. That being why he so suddenly gets all unhinged grinny and the monologues start, you're proving him right in his mind and making him feel something for the first time and he LOVES it.

BUT it's not cause to fully believe and accept yet, because that's how shit crumbles and you get disappointed and bored again, so that's when the final tests start and you pass. You made him happy for the first time in his life, he felt something with you, that's all he could ask for, and that's why he does what he does at the end of Stormblood.

[anneapocalypse]

Word Search Game

@ammoniteflesh tagged me to find the words skin, regret, and fall in my fics or WIPs. All of these I'm pulling from my big messy Ariane fic doc and this is all very first-drafty and unedited.

Tagging with no pressure: @farfromdaylight @chocochipbiscuit and @dreadfutures with the words light, place, and storm.

skin:

Ariane’s hand came to rest on his jaw then, cupping his face gently as she drew him in for another kiss. This one was soft and lingering, unhurried, and he wished with all his heart that it could never end. But end it must. “I dare say we both of us need our rest,” he said, with great reluctance. She nodded. “I dare say you especially.” It was another long moment before they reluctantly broke apart, and rose from the window seat. “Take heart,” he said. “All is not lost. Though our circumstances be dire, I dare believe we shall yet find a way, and I shall endeavor all the more to make it so.” “I have faith,” Ariane said. “I must. We must.” One last time, he took her in his arms, and kissed her. “Good night, my love. I shall see thee on the morrow.” “Good night, my love,” Ariane echoed, as she walked him to the door. “Rest well.” Her words settled in his heart, the memory of her touch still warm on his false skin, as he made his way back to his own quarters, full to bursting with emotion—most of all, in spite of their circumstances, an irrepressible joy.

regret:

“Thou art a healer of some considerable skill. I regret that I have had few opportunities to see thee in the field, but on those occasions, thy power hast been most formidable.” Ariane laughed, setting down her teacup. “I’ll be honest, Urianger, I never imagined anyone would use the word ‘formidable’ to describe me. I do most of my work standing behind someone with a sword.” “And 'tis thy talents which keep that one standing.” He smiled. “I understand thou hast taken to studying several arcane arts in parallel. Hast thou a favorite among them?” Her eyes took on a wistful look. “I always thought it would be conjury forever. And then… well. Suffice it to say, it let me down when I needed it the most.” He could have kicked himself. Master Alphinaud had relayed the story of Ariane’s unsuccessful attempt to bring Lord Haurchefant back from the brink of death—an attempt which had very nearly killed her. “Forgive me. ‘Twas not mine intent to call back such painful memories.” She shook her head. “Please, it’s all right. I’m… I can talk about it. About him.” She gave a sorrowful smile. “Avoiding speaking his name won’t bring Haurchefant back. I couldn’t save him. I have to live with that.” She sighed. “One way or another. Yes, it still hurts. But don’t feel you can’t speak of it, Urianger. I don’t want people walking on eggshells for me. I can handle it. I have to.” He nodded with all earnestness. “Aye… The grief doth linger… even as we learn to endure it. I understand. ” Ariane met his gaze, and nodded. “I know you do.”

fall:

She had seen the whole of Urianger’s face before. Once, when he had adjusted his goggle to wipe surreptitiously at his eyes, she had caught a glimpse of them, pale green and intense even in that fleeting moment. Later, when he had cast off the mask of Darkness, his whole face. But when it was over, he had shed the ornate gray robes of his disguise, and returned to his old worn arcanist’s robe, eyes hidden and face in shadow. So it been even as they grew closer, through too many teatimes to count now, and Ariane had simply grown used to it, grown accustomed to reading his expressions through the tilt of his head and the curve of his mouth. Seeing him laid out in the Rising Stones’ infirmary, still and silent and exposed, felt so deeply wrong. Ariane knew that it was for safety reasons, to keep his head and face unobstructed, should he move while unconscious. (He did not move. He was so still it hurt to look at him.) Still she longed to gently draw his hood back up over his hair. Give him that dignity at least. She could not. Nor could she keep a constant vigil by his bedside, flanked by Thancred and Y’shtola’s equally still forms. Her friends needed her out there, finding answers. And so she took only the length of a cup of tea to sit with them, with him. Her tea cup drained, she had no further excuse to sit, but Ariane took one last moment, watching Urianger’s chest rise and fall. Seeing that at least, he and Thancred and Y’shtola still drew breath. Gods, what she would have given just to hear his voice. Be it in quiet reassurance or cryptic verse of prophecy. It mattered not. Just to know he was here. Just to feel less alone.

[keicordelle]

I know the chief advice for artists is to create for yourself, but I don't usually write just for me. I mean, I rarely write things I'm not at least a little invested it -- I choose the pairings, and the plot, and of course even when I'm writing for someone else it's going to have a piece of me in it. But when I'm writing, I'm pretty well always doing it with an audience in mind. As a general rule, I don't feel particularly compelled to write things out just for me. I'm usually content to just leave them as daydreams and fantasies, rather than put in the work of putting it onto paper. Writing is meant to be read, and I'm not really in the habit of rereading my own writing (I should. I know I should. But I don't, really)

But I think I'm going to take the time to write something really, terribly self indulgent. It's been... A year? Two? Since I wrote something just for me. I think a return to my roots would do me some good. Time to kill the reader in my head and write the most egregiously self-fulfilling fic I can come up with.

[vixlenxe]

First person to say a word is getting the stabby you peer pressuring fucks.

[impossible-rat-babies]

I just. love the funny intersection eyrie has between DRK and WAR it just tickles my fancy

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

The rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. But you are not here to see it.

[ravenousravishing]

yayyyy i wrote for 10 whole minutes! yayy

[noxtivagus]

apollo just sent this to me